The first time I saw it it was a shadow. We had just been late with our car from Las Vegas, almost 400 km, and they told us that the park opened 24 hours. We went to not see it. The night slid quickly and we only had time to intuit cracks, slopes and mountains. Imposed its dimension. It seemed a distant place in that darkness.
Then we decided to go out and return to our Tusayan hotel, Next to the southern entrance of the Grand Canyon, promising us that if we did not see the sun we would see it come back. The night was clear, of mountain, With nothing hindering heaven.
We get up at six in the morning and return to the park. As soon. The male, something later, had an imposing boss. We couldn't stop photographing them, Clarity began to threaten to not allow us to see the sun between the rocks.
We found a herd of Arce females
We leave behind the mather point last night and we headed to the yavapi point. The sun had just peeked out and illuminated the crest of the stones. Everything was taking a slowly golden light, in a calm of two billion years that is the time of those rocks. A scene that has been repeated so many times does not need unforeseen. There is silence, light, day.
I remembered that slow movie, Grand Canyon, that ends with a man looking at the rock rocks and feeling the insignificance of everything, of the, in front of the perpetuity of those stones. We will all leave, We already left, And they will continue there.
Then, After breakfast at the Market Plaza, We continue to the south to Bright Angel Trailhead. That is a high ravine area, Like the entire southern slope of the canyon, The highest and colorful that is not contemplated from the tourist excursions that are made from Las Vegas that do not pass from the west zone. There are legends of pioneers and Indians. And one stir before that story imposed by the winners and that dictates that Spanish and South Africans, eg, They were murderers in search of gold in their respective conquests and the Americans were a group of brave explorers who defeated Indian fierce and wild.
Those mountains were in search of gold
The reality is that those mountains were in search of gold, And the reality is that South Africans, Mexicans and Peruvians, eg, They are still lucky and justice native population that can claim their past. In the United States, indigenous people are a tourist drip and a lot of films in which they are always bad.
In the Bright Angel they force you to leave the car and you must take some buses if you want to continue seeing the southern slope. It can also be done on foot, They are close to 10 km, of fabulous road in which the Colorado River remains in the distance and the world seems to be able to leave in two. The views are overwhelming. The clouds create shadows on the rocks and something below the huge American crows, They have taken over the park, They fly with the elegance of the eagles.
Envy is when you see the ranks of horses or walkers who had time to spend three nights of trekking, go down the long slopes, walk on the shore of a river and sleep next to a bonfire. Today I think that few plans can fascinate me more than that: a resounding fire and sky, starry, impose silence.
Navajos and Hualapais wove clean sunsets before the arrival of the white man
Westward, desde Mather Point, The desert view drive is taken. It is done again in the car and ends at the Dessert View viewpoint, where the channel is twisted and Navajos and Hualapais wove clean sunsets before the arrival of the white man. Their remains remain and, For the magic of cinema, It seems that they are heard to dance the sound of the drums.
The sun begins to hide and go again where we saw yesterday shadows. It's a high viewpoint, With rocks that hide wires, crowded. Insignificant presence for those rocks, beginning and end of everything. They will remain there when no one is left.
